Written Kitten Romane & Geschichten

After all, she is mine from now and I want her to mark everywhere so that whosoever looks at her must know that she belongs to someone and that someone is me, Xaphan Knight. A low whimper passed her lips as I bite her again. I looked up at my little kitten who was crying to my amusement. A small smile played on my lips as I saw her curled and thick eyelashes wet with her tears, red nose on the snowy face, and quiver lips. Her eyes were closed as if she was imagining herself somewhere else, maybe in heaven, but to her dismay, she is under me, in her hell!

At first, she was scared to look, but the curiosity got the best of her. She parted the bush and gasped. A small kitten stared right at her. It was tiny and fluffy and dark as midnight with big green eyes. The cutest thing she had ever seen. She wanted to pick it up in her hands and cuddle it right away. “Oh, my… aren’t you a tiny thing!” Saoirse exclaimed. “Are you lost? Where is your mommy?” she asked. The kitten meowed in response. It sounded weak and frail. “You must be hungry. You want to come with me?” she whispered and held her hand out.

“Here you go, sweetie. Just be careful; it can break easily.” “Okay!” she replies, her voice bubbling with excitement as she gently places the box on the floor. With a slow and deliberate motion, she opens it, and her face lights up in disbelief. “Oh… for real?” “Yep,” her mom confirms, a proud grin spreading across her face. “She’s a purebred ragdoll and twelve weeks old. We’ve got bowls, food, and everything you’ll need set up in the kitchen.” With trembling hands, Dawn lifts the fluffy gray kitten from the box, cradling it close to her chest. “Oh, thank you so much! Look, Will, isn’t she precious?”

Mason dreamed of a surreal place, completely calm and peaceful. He saw a kitten hiding under a tree and when he saw it he crawled back. "Fine, I won't hurt you," he said as he walked towards him without breaking eye contact with him. Slowly, the kitten got comfortable with him and was nudging his head into his shoulder. Suddenly, it began to move violently, hitting him with its tiny claws.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

"Where were you Goddamit?" "Out." I tried to force myself out of his hold without avail. He was freakishly strong. I was a newborn kitten compared to his strength. "I was out with my friends ok, I was out having fun with people my age." "With that kind of clothes and your face like that?" That accusatory tone is his. I had heard him before with other people but never with me, not once, not even when I made a mistake. I tried yanking my arm free one last time.

You could see that they were great friends, as they giggled and made eyes at each other while going back and forth servicing me. “I can’t even fit my mouth around it.” Katie said, swirling her tongue around the tip while Ela made slurping sounds on my balls. I couldn’t think of a more aesthetically pleasing sight than looking down at my two eighteen year old kittens, with their feet swinging in the air as they worshiped my dick.

Fuck it. Me: Do you have a preview for me? Kitten: will you be home tomorrow? Me: yes, by dinner time. Everything is settled here. Kitten: good boy She sent a picture with her response and fuck it was perfect. My two girls on perfect display. It was an image from her neck to just above her stomach, but I could tell she had on lingerie. Black thick straps wrapped around each breast holding those heavy girls high on her chest. Me: fuck baby. I could come from just staring at my two favorite girls.

My little kitten knows how to play and makes me want more. I can’t wait anymore and I rip off the eye mask covering me. I feast my eyes on her glorious body which is now bathed in scotch and is glistening. She has the bottle held near her neck and was pouring it down on her for me to lick it off of her body. She inches away from me teasing me. I can see that her silk gown is lying away near the mini-refrigerator. I want more of the heady concoction, her body drenched in scotch.

I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out. “Gattina,” he purrs. I have no idea what that means, but damn do I love the way he says it. Heat flows down my spine, and pools between my legs. “Hi, Adam,” I finally manage to croak out, stupidly hoping he can't tell the effect he has on me. I need to focus. “I uh have to go.”